"I got to apologize with you telling me not to," He points out gently. But he doesn't correct if further. He'll let her take her time, fix herself as she needs. He doesn't have any tissues or anything to offer so it's all he can do.

In the meantime, he speaks on, going back to something that has been on his mind before.

"It's okay," He says again. "I know it's hard to believe all that right now. And I know it's not really enough. But it's really... it's better to sit with all of it, in the long run. The difference in taking that time is more than I can say."

A difference of years wondering and simply turning away from family gone to dust in the Outlands. It feels like, in irony, a bone that wasn't set, simply stuck not-quite-right in the wake of a missed avenue.

"But perhaps we've both worn ourselves a bit for the night."